Sweet Mama & MWM -- Can I just say, right upfront, that I think you're both wonderful! Very heartfelt. Your consciences more than doubly makes up for your difficult children' lack thereof. You have a strong hearts. Can relate to much of what you both said.
Questions you asked about detaching...
Our difficult child left in a mutual sort of way -- almost at exactly the same moment I was saying, "That's it, you're out!" he was saying, "That's it, I'm out!" Had to get permission from his probation officer. He was 16. He tried living in 4 other homes, but was kicked out of all. We tried to have him back with us a half-dozen times (between his ages of 16-19). Two of those were because he was on the eve of entering Job Corps (he went, but they, also, kicked him out). Since then, he has asked another half-dozen times.....including last May after his last stint in jail.
In general, I think we handle contact with our difficult child the same way with the "less is more" strategy. It really is a "strategy" for us, because it's not how we are naturally. I am very fortunate that my husband and I have almost always been on the same page with how to handle (or not handle) our son. I have a fine teammate in my husband and we support each other through it all. I tend to be more emotionally expressive than my husband is. But the day I saw my husband cry about our difficult child? Well, that's the day I knew how bad it was. My husband is the kindest man around and he is very gentle.
Sweet Mama -- I still don't have all the answers. Sometimes I think I've detached from our son as quickly as ripping a bandaid off of a gaping wound. Ouch. But it doesn't last forever. However, it has lasted 5-6 months at a time. Other times, I just change one thing at a time -- whatever works me me (just like what MWM said....). I think we each have our own scenarios, variables, needs, and styles. The best part is...........YOU GET TO BE IN CHARGE OF YOUR CHOICE FOR WHAT WORKS BEST FOR YOU!
We quit giving our son cell phones (went through at least a half-dozen before learning that lesson), cash and/or things he can pawn (for drugs). I quit carrying cash in my wallet so I'd never have to decide spur-of-the-moment whether to give it to him or not. Just don't have it on-hand. We bought a small "safe" of sorts to hide valuables (which....we're not rich so we don't have many! LOL!) if he's coming over. We got a home alarm system. After we caught him stealing from us (from our home), we said that he can only come over if he doesn't argue when we frisk him or check his backpack. Interestingly, he has always agreed to that. No more theft (that I know of). Generally, he only comes to our house with a called in request (from him) first. I'll give him this, he has tended to respect that. Early in 2014 he showed up at our door, unannounced, 3 times and we were shocked each time. We told him to please stop that and always call first. He has not been to our house since then (March).
Our gameplan is:
-- He does not live with us ever again (he has stayed 2-3 days if sick and that's never been an issue because, frankly, he's mainly just unconscious - sleeping - and eating and showering.... We feel good about giving him that and, at least so far, he has never abused that (that I know of).
-- No financial ties -- No cash, no pawnable items. We will buy him personal items (toothbrush/paste, razor, soap, shampoo, etc), clothing (winter coats -- but we've learned how to look for good warm ones cheaply as they never last the whole season - he just leaves them wherever), food (either we take him out, buy him non-perishable carry-around food, or get him food gift certificates).
-- We usually see him on OUR terms, not HIS. Usually meet in public places (restaurants, usually), usually for 2 hrs or less.
We used to try to talk to him and convince, cajole, coerce, bribe, beg, reward, yell, cry, whatever to get him to change. Gradually, that kept moving more and more to exactly what MWM does........ "Less is more".
After difficult child's last jail stint, we didn't even ask him details. If he offers (and it's respectful and appropriate), we'll listen. If not, nope. We have literally had to walk or drive away from him.....or call 911. In fact, his last bit on social media had him and a not-so-thrilling girl with inappropriate pictures listing unattractive comments and saying they were husband and wife. This was last week. Maybe he got married last week, maybe not. I dunno. I doubt it, but, ya know.... I've been "gaslighted" so many times (and fallen for it many times in the past), that I only believe what's verifiable. So.........here's how I'm "detaching" from that..... I'm not even gonna ask him about it. At all. Zip, zilch, nada.
Those are some of my specific ways I try to detach. Sometimes I feel successfully detached, but still holding so much love and compassion in my heart for him. Other times, I'm not terribly successful at it at all.
But one thing's for sure.......over time, I'm getting much better at holding detachment and love in my heart at the same time! And so will you, Sweet Mama!
Suicide Threats -- Been there. Yes, I report it. But, see, here's the thing........ The claim is that there are Community Mental Health Professionals (CMHP) in our state which will come out to your home to immediately intervene. Ha! Mostly, they have not shown up. Too swamped. When they have shown up, they do try. We have had ZERO success at getting him good suicide prevention in-patient treatment. He has been brought in by the police twice (laying down or running in traffic, trying to get cars to run him down) and brought to ER/psychiatric unit, but released both times.
My response to suicide threats from him has also somewhat mirrored MWM's. We adopted our difficult child at age 6. At age 7, he once ran into the bathroom and put scissors to his neck saying he was going to kill himself. I do NOT know what hit me, but I said, "Go ahead, show me what you've got!" (all the while my heart was pounding and I was just praying, "Oh, please God, please no!"). He smiled, put the scissors down, and said, "No, you wouldn't let me." I smiled back and said, "You've got that right!" The traffic-dodging incidents began at age 14. At age 18, he nearly lost his life in a game of Russian Roulette. At age 19 he made suicidal threads with a butcher knife. At age 23, he began laying down in traffic again (although at age 23 I was more worried about drug overdose). And here we are at age 24.
I have made so many calls to so many professionals (and even relevant non-professionals) trying to get him help. 105 days of dual diagnosis rehab (polysubstance abuse + mental health) at age 16 was the closest we got. He did not complete that program. And here we are at age 24.
Our difficult child tears things apart (oh, the police calls) and wreaks havoc. That's just the way it is. That's why he doesn't live here.
You know what I do to detach? I FERVENTLY ask God to help me do it. Because, honestly, as nice as all that clever strategy sounds, detaching from our child is brutally hard. It's flat-out bigger than I am and I'll take all the divine intervention I can get! Sometimes I have no words, but one day it struck me to just spout at the last line from the 23rd Psalm when I don't know what else to say. I ask for "Goodness and mercy to follow me all the days of my life." And I ask the exact same thing for difficult child.
Because, bottom line is.......... No matter how hardened difficult child can become, I do not wish to become hardened. Realistic, yes. Hardened, no. In some ways, "detaching" may be the greatest form of love we can offer them at times. I hold onto that and I try to do it in a loving way. Again........sometimes I succeed, sometimes I don't.
No magic pill for deep down, soul-ripping pain.
Sweet Mama & MWM -- I appreciate your words and hearts very much! You are both teaching me more than you realize. As I seek gratitude at every turn possible, I see that in the course of this thread, I am grateful for learning from both of you.
Side Note: Please pardon my lengthy messages. Since I'm new, there's a lot of share and ask. Plus, hey, I'm kinda chatty.